Where the Dead King Stands

[Verse 1]
Salt on the bones of the harbor
Black sails claw at the dawn
Crows on the rusted anointers
Circle the rusted crown
We row by the reef of his statues
Spears turned to coral and sand
Maps in the ink of his victims
Burn in the captain’s hand
[Chorus]
Where the dead king stands
Stone eyes over broken lands
Rust-red crown in a sea of glass
Curses carved in shattered brass
Raise your cups, your trembling hands
Swear your lies on his commands
Gold runs cold through every man
Where the dead king stands
[Verse 2]
Tales in the taverns grow taller (hey!)
Each cup adds a ghost to his name
They say his cathedral’s an anchor
Chained to the seabed of shame
We follow the hymn of the hollow
Drums like a marching brigade
Lanterns like watching apostles
Judging the deals that we made
[Chorus]
Where the dead king stands
Stone eyes over broken lands
Rust-red crown in a sea of glass
Curses carved in shattered brass
Raise your cups, your trembling hands
Swear your lies on his commands
Gold runs cold through every man
Where the dead king stands
[Bridge]
[Drums drop to pounding floor toms, crew-chant vocals]
Oars in the dark, hearts in our teeth
Who dares to knock on the door underneath?
Skulls in the surf, grins in the foam
Call the dead king
Call the dead king home (woah)
[Chorus]
Where the dead king stands
Stone eyes over broken lands
Rust-red crown in a sea of glass
Curses carved in shattered brass
Raise your cups, your trembling hands
Swear your lies on his commands
Gold runs cold through every man
Where the dead king stands

rock, Epic symphonic power metal shanty: double-kick gallop, distorted rhythm wall, folk fiddle and Celtic flute weaving around a soaring lead. Male vocals shift from gritty pirate bark in verses to heroic, stacked harmonies in the chorus; choir and brass hits underline key phrases. Mid-song breakdown drops to tom-heavy, ship-deck chanting before exploding back into a blazing guitar-fiddle unison lead., celtic, medieval, medieval rock, power metal, metal, shanty